Blood Of The Righteous

Chapter 3
About 1 Hour Later…
As Dark slowly returned to consciousness, he once again recognized the form beneath him as another pony’s lap. Knowing what he would find if he looked up, Dark pushed his eyes shut.
“Please don’t notice I’m awake, please don’t notice I’m awake, pleas-“Dark started praying before his prayers were rejected by reality.
“Mommy I think he’s awake!”, A familiar voice said.
At the sound of this voice, Dark opened his eyes just enough to recognize a filly about 5 feet away from him.
It was Dinky Doo.
“What is she doing here?” Dark thought to himself.
“Oh is he now?”, the mare Dark was resting on said.
“Oh no…” Dark thought to himself as memories of his recent nightmares came into his head.
“Excuse me mister but are you ok?”, The mare asked gently touching Dark’s cheek.
This motion caused the blood to rush to Dark’s cheeks, a strange feeling he was definitely not comfortable with.
“Screw it she knows I’m awake…”, Dark thought to himself.
“Ugh…”, Dark said lightly.
“Oh! Are you ok?”
“Yeah…I’m…fine…”
“Are you sure?”
“No,” Dark said as he tried to get up again.
“Oh well, do you need anything?” The mare said as she gently pushed Dark back down into her lap.
“Food…” Dark stated simply.
“Ok!” The mare said enthusiastically.
As the mare stood up, she put the still tired Dark in her arms and walked with him into her guest room.
As they entered the room, Dark opened his eyes just enough to see where they were going. The room was a nice size with plain cloud walls. There was a dresser against the left and right wall each with a mirror on top, and a cloud bed against the far wall. Aside from this Dark noticed that it was a plain room.
“Now I’m going to put you down here.” The mare said, as she slowly lowered Dark onto the bed.
“Oh sorry!” She said as she dropped Dark the last inch or so onto the bed.
“It’s fine.”
As she left, Dark positioned himself comfortably in the center of the bed. The bed was soft, comforting him as he dreamed about what had happened at the meeting he had missed. He also dreamed of what would happen the next time he saw the Quartermasters.
“How am I going to answer all the questions they’ll ask?” Dark thought to himself.
As he contemplated his answers a loud crash was heard from the kitchen.
“What the…” Dark thought to himself as he readjusted himself on the bed so he was facing the door The mare had left from.
As he finished adjusting himself on the bed, the mare came through the door he was now facing.
“What was that?”, Dark asked.
“Oh, um….”, The mare said, ”Nothing.”
Too tired to press the matter, Dark got into a sitting up position on the bed (with much pain on his part).
“I brought you some muffins, I hope you like it.”, the mare said.
“Thanks I guess.”
As Dark sat there, eating his muffins, he noticed that the mare seemed to be waiting to ask him something. Not being one to be good with conversation he simply asked:
“Is there something you want to ask me?”
“Yea…What’s your name?”, The mare asked inquisitively.
“I can’t tell her my real name…but I can tell her the nick name given to me by Electric.” Dark thought.
“Avion. Yours?”, Dark lied.
“Derpy Whooves! It’s nice to meet you!”
“Well, what do you do?”, Derpy asked
“What do you mean?”, Dark asked.
“I mean what’s your job silly!”
“Oh Celestia there is no way she can learn my job.”, Dark thought.
“I um, I am a…ummm…I build cloud houses!”, Dark said hurriedly
“Oh that must be hard! I just deliver mail.”
“Oh well that must be hard also.”
“Not as hard as building cloud houses.”, Derpy said with a slight hint of dejectedness.
“Oh well, whose Dinky?”
At this Derpy just went completely silent. Sensing something in what he had just said was wrong, Dark decided to change the topic as quickly as possible.
“Look if you don’t want to talk about it…”, Dark trailed off.
At this Derpy suddenly held Dark close to her and started crying into his shoulder. For some reason, Dark found that he was oddly comfortable with this position, and began to stroke Derpy’s mane with his hoof.
Like this they sat for 2 hours until Derpy fell asleep in Dark’s arm and Dark in Derpy’s.
When Dark woke up, he found that he was back in Derpy’s lap, except this time he was still on the guest room bed. Also, somehow the plates from earlier were gone and the room looked neater.
“How did I-“, Dark started, “Oh yeah…”
“Hi!”, Derpy said enthusiastically.
“Hey, how are feeling?“
“I’m good! You?”
“I’m fine.”
“Great!”
“Look I’m sorry about last night.” Dark started, knowing he might be crossing into dangerous territory.
“Oh there’s nothing to be sorry about!” Derpy said, still enthusiastic.
“But I made you-“, Dark was suddenly cut off as Derpy rubbed her nose on his.
“Don’t worry about it.”
As stunned as Dark was, he could still think straight.
“I don’t know…she’s nice but I know the rules…” Dark thought to himself
“Hey I’m going to go back to my hotel room.” , Dark said.
“Wait!”, Derpy said, now sounding worried ,”But you aren’t better yet!”
“I’ll be fine.” Dark said as he got up and started for the door.
“Wait!”, Derpy said as she stepped in front of the door.
“Get out of my way…”
“No.”
Angered by this, Dark grabs Derpy’s arm and tries to move her out of the way.
“No!”, Derpy said loudly, gaining the attention of a few strangers outside.
“Move!”, Dark said and tries once more to pull her away from the doorframe.
“Agh!”, Derpy cries loudly as she is thrown away from the doorway and back inside her home.
Dark takes his chance and springs through the now open doorway into the streets beyond. But Dark does not go far before sprinting into an unknown stallion, who witnessed the whole scene.
“Oh sor-“, Dark begins to saw before he is punched right in the nose by the stallion.
Now on the ground, Dark begins to feel his whole body tense and heat up. As Dark looks up he sees an expression of horror on the other stallion’s face. Looking down, Dark sees that most of his body has been turned into a liquid metal form, but is somehow still holding together. Looking up one last time, Dark sees a familiar expression on the other stallion’s face. An expression that means “Challenge accepted.”
As both stallions rush toward each other, Dark feels a certain kind of strength building up in him. Dark, being the more agile of the two, punches first, just to find his attack blocked and receive a blow to the stomach. Deciding to take advantage, the stallion goes for Dark’s nose. Dark easily deflects this attack but now is open again in his stomach area. Seeing this opening the stallion hits Dark in the stomach again, harder than last time. Feeling his rage build, Dark decides to go for the stallion’s shoulder, but instead receives a hit to his own shoulder. Now on the brink of complete rage, Dark decides to go for one last futile attempt at the stallion. Seeing this attempt coming, the stallion dodges and hits Dark in the side. Now fully enraged, Dark, turns into a solid metal form, and punches the stallion’s right foreleg, breaking it. Now with the stallion bent toward the ground, Dark elbows the stallion in the back of the head, causing the stallion to become unconscious. Deciding against another blow, Dark begins to stalk off, all the eyes of the other ponies in the street on him.
As Dark begins his journey home, he thinks only of one thing.
“How did I do that?”